What a lovely, normal, homely weekend we had! The sun shone, the garden grew, the cool spring breeze blew and our little family enjoyed every little moment on offer.
Friday night we had our lovely neighbours and their kids over for dinner. I cooked a vego dinner of stuffed pasta shells filled with Spinach & zucchini & ricotta and baked in tomato sauce and smothered in grana padano cheese with a side salad of rocket & parm cheese and some good quality bread. Dessert was dead simple Maggie Beer’s Burnt Fig ice cream (if you have not tried this get a tub NOW, that’s an order!) with strawberries. It was a simple dinner. Simple table setting. Simple flowers. Great company. Fabulous wine and well behaved kids – just about the perfect Friday night in this village.
I cannot get enough of these flowers. Hot pink roses are generally not my thing, but they were in the bucket at Harris Farm that has the flowers on the cheap because they are at the end of their tether, so for $3 a bunch I grabbed two, stripped them of most of their leaves, shoved both tight and cut them short and threw them into a preserving jar I had in the cupboard. The green stems are as much of a highlight for me as those hot blooms. LOVE.
Saturday we had out visitors cancel at the last minute. Again. So we made our our plans and called on some other friends to go out with us. Who is going to waste a booked in babysitter? Not us! We had a lovely dinner with new friends, ate some fancy food and enjoyed being out at one of the great local restaurants we have on offer down here and that has just landed itself a hat!
Sunday the sun was shining so we decided to get stuck into the garden. And boy is there ever always something to get stuck into. It. Never. Ends. Rob had made the lawns perfect for our non existent guests (I’m not going there) so we tackled some of the projects we needed to get done. My job was a garden bed that was FILLED with weeds. I knew they were there. I knew they were growing at a rapid rate. And I tackled them! Daisy helped me out and an hour later, we had a fresh bed of weeded and pruned agapanthus under our snow pear outside our bedroom window. A simple job but one that made me feel great when it was done – gardening can be such a great thing to do when you can instantly see results. And look at that white wisteria would you? I had that sweet scent by my side as I weeded so it wasn’t too bad at all. And Daisy with some seriously big garden shears – a great help!
Rob’s job was bigger and hard work. Our septic tank (well fancy enviro cycle thingy) is covered in native grasses that helps soak up all the water that seeps from the tank (on purpose though!). The grasses need to be cut back each year, and it’s a huge job. Rob tackled it and we both filled many bags with many dead reeds. But the end result? TOTALLY worth the effort. We could never have tackled this job a year ago – we’ve come a long way – and I’m very proud!
I stepped back, soaked up our huuuuuge garden and once again counted my lucky stars. This? Ours? And with all our hard work thrown in? Even better.